「Early November.」
Jiang Man stood on a high platform, looking at the array below.
There was some greenery here, making the environment much better than the distant mountains.
If he were to move now, it would be toward the mountains ahead.
Then he would have to transform those withered mountain ranges.
It would be a long process.
For now, everything was moving in a positive direction.
The Immortal Sect was in a period of great governance, investing immense effort to mend this ravaged land.
The Evil Gods didn't dare show their faces, and those on the blacklist couldn't leave rashly.
Members of the Immortal Sect were fighting everywhere, eliminating sources of instability.
Ting Fengyin, for example, would occasionally return with injuries.
'Even someone as strong as him gets hurt. I wonder who he's always fighting.'
Putting these thoughts aside, Jiang Man carefully observed the changes in the surrounding array.
There were no changes.
